Manhattan Reborn 1978

(I would like to apologize to everyone in advance. I drank too much last night with a few guys who also had babies, so I did not post a new chapter.)

(Bow down ~ salute!)

Florida.

Miami.

Gustavo, the advisor to Colombian drug lord Pablo Escobar, is sitting in a Spanish restaurant.

Across from him sat Lion, the head of a Miami drug distribution network.

The lion turned out to be just a little person secretly smuggling between several countries in South America.

After joining the Pablo Group, he created a number of new transportation channels for Colombia's drug smuggling business to the United States.

These include using sea fish and shoes to hide and transport drugs, using whole bags of coffee beans to transport drugs, using flowers to trick drug detection dogs into transporting drugs, etc. .

Lion even bought two small shipping companies in Miami, specializing in Colombia's import and export trade, to cover up the use of cargo ships to transport drugs.

To this end, each time these cargo ships leave Miami, multiple hidden hiding devices are fixed below the waterline of the ship.

Lion used this newly pioneered transportation method to transport large sums of money earned from drug sales in the United States back to Colombia, and then transported the newly produced drugs in Colombia back to Miami.

This method of transportation greatly reduces the dangers and limitations of transporting drugs from the air to Miami by plane.

At the same time, it also allows Pablo to develop greater production capacity in Colombia, providing guarantees in terms of sales and repayment.

And because Lion has been engaged in smuggling business at the U.S. border all year round, he has a very extensive network of contacts in Miami and is very familiar with building a drug sales network.

Pablo became more and more confident in Lion's ability, and Lion became the sole sales agent of Pablo Group in Miami.

This time, Griselda Blanco made an appointment with Gustavo to come to Miami to discuss matters, and she asked the Lion to help contact her.

in the restaurant.

Gustavo put down the tableware and listened to the lion's story about what happened in Miami recently.

He picked up the coffee and pondered for a moment: "According to what you said, Blanco wants to see me this time because her sales channels in the United States have been focused on by the police, FBI and DEA?"

The lion shrugged: "That's what she explained to me anyway~"

“Nearly [-]% of the goods we sell in Miami are sold through Blanco’s channels~”

"If something goes wrong with her, a large number of our goods will be unsalable~"

Gustavo nodded slightly and wiped his mouth with a napkin: "What time did you and her make an appointment to meet?"

The lion glanced at his watch: "There's still more than half an hour~"

"Well...then I'll make a call, and then we'll set off~"

"OK~"

. . .

After half an hour.

Gustavo and Lion, with two of their men, drove to a Blanco location in the western suburbs of Miami.

Several people got out of the car, walked into the seemingly empty house, and saw Blanco, who had been waiting for a long time.

Blanco enthusiastically invited the two of them into the living room and sat down. After the servant served drinks, the three of them started the meeting.

Gustavo took a serious look at Blanco, and pretended to be casual and tried: "I heard from the lion that you were in trouble a few days ago? Someone kidnapped you?"

Blanco said with a smile: "That's right, fortunately they just want money and didn't hurt me!"

"Oh? You... gave them money?"

"Of course, otherwise how could we sit here and meet?"

Gustavo glanced at the lion next to him. The lion tilted his head, indicating that he didn't know the details.

"Okay~ Now that you're fine, let's talk."

"No, Gustavo, take it easy!"

"You just happened to mention this matter, let's finish talking about it."

Blanco turned his head, glanced at the two people standing at the door of the living room, and said directly: "Last time your men and my people went to New York, do you still remember it?"

Gustavo immediately realized in his heart that Blanco would never mention something that should have been changed for no reason.

He stared at Blanco and responded softly: "Yes."

"Haha~ You arranged for your men to be beaten to death on the streets of Miami, hoping to cut off the clues, but the people over there in New York didn't want to let us go so easily~"

"You mean... they found your head?"

"Yeah~ The people who kidnapped me are the people from New York who came to Miami to find the murderer!"

Gustavo frowned and turned to look at the lion.

The lion took a breath of cold air and spread his hands feeling innocent: "I really don't know about this matter!"

Blanco smiled and continued: "He didn't lie. Only a few people in Miami know about this~"

"So? You... betrayed us?"

"No, no, no~ Gustavo, we are our closest collaborators, how could we betray you?"

"When I was kidnapped by them, they had already found out that the two men who died on the streets in Miami were your people."

Gustavo's mind began to spin rapidly, and he stared at Blanco and asked: "You just said that they kidnapped you, but didn't kill you, but just... asked for some money?"

"That's right, 4000 million dollars!"

The lion took a breath and whispered: "Are they robbing?"

Blanco glanced at the lion sideways: "Money is more important, or life?"

"Forehead.."

The lion choked.

Gustavo seemed to have caught the key point of Blanco's words: "Where are your men? How were you arrested? Who are they?"

Blanco's expression moved slightly, his body moved unnaturally, and he leaned back: "As far as I know, they should be a group of organized retired soldiers."

"They used sniper rifles, rocket launchers and other weapons to suddenly attack my foothold."

"As for the number of people, it should be no less than 15 people."

"should?"

"Yeah, I didn't see a few people until the end. I can only rely on guessing."

"However, Gustavo, this incident itself was caused by your two greedy men."

"I think they didn't kill me, they just asked me for some money, maybe for this reason."

Gustavo stood up suddenly and gestured to the lion: "I will contact you again~"

After saying that, he strode out.

Blanco stopped him with a voice: "Wait a minute, don't you want to talk to them?"

As he spoke, Blanco took out a phone from under the small table next to him.

Gustavo stopped, looked back and saw the phone, his face instantly darkened. .

The lion stood there blankly, speechless.

"You still said you didn't betray us?"

Blanco smiled rather gloatingly and said, "Betrayal?"

"No!"

"If I wanted to betray you, you would have been taken away by them now!"

On the phone, a voice came out at this time: "Hello, Mr. Gustavo!"

"I hope we can talk calmly."

Gustavo stared at Blanco fiercely, and after pondering for a while, he slowly walked back to his seat and sat down.

"Tell me, what do you want to talk about?"

"Haha~ Of course we are talking about what your two men were doing in New York!"

"How are you going to explain it, Mr. Gustavo?"

"I.."

. . .

After half an hour.

Gustavo looked complicated, followed by the lion. The two walked out of the house and stood beside the car.

At the door of the house, Blanco, who escorted them out, waved to them both with a smile on his face: "Don't worry, no matter if there are any problems with my sales channels, I guarantee that your goods will not be unsalable~"

Gustavo twitched the corners of his mouth, nodded with a forced smile, glanced at the bullet hole on the window glass, and said loudly: "You can contact the lion!"

"OK, see you my friend~hahaha~"

Blanco's laughter revealed unprecedented joy. .

The lion opened his mouth to say something, but in Gustavo's eyes, he chose to shut his mouth obediently, got in the car, started it, and left here.

After seeing off Gustavo and the lion, Blanco returned to the living room in a beautiful mood and sat in his old seat.

On the phone, a man's voice came: "Are they gone?"

"gone."

"Where's Londono?"

"You can meet him tonight, I have an appointment with him..."

"OK! I'll call again in the evening."

"Dududu~"

The phone on the other end hung up, Blanco pressed the speakerphone button and began to seriously think about his plans for the evening.

. . .

on the way.

The lion drove the car, putting a little force on his feet, stepping on the accelerator cautiously, and couldn't help but look around.

Gustavo sat silently in the passenger seat, glanced at the rearview mirror, and whispered: "Slow down, don't panic!"

"..ok!"

The speed slowed down and the car gradually entered the city.

When the lion saw that he had entered the urban area, he finally let go of what he had been holding on to: "What are we going to do?"

Gustavo took out a cigarette, lit one for himself, squinted and blew out a cloud of smoke: "Check! Go and check if Blanco is lying again."

The lion knew that he had a great responsibility for today's matter, so he nodded quickly and said: "No problem, I will give you the news as soon as possible."

"Um.."

"Um... do we really want to give them that money?"

Gustavo said nothing and puffed on his cigarette.

On the side of the road, several beautiful Hispanic beauties were walking on the street talking and laughing, attracting the attention of countless people.

"I'll go find Pablo to discuss it and let you know the result."

"Ok!"

The lion's feet slowly exerted force, and the car quickly disappeared on the street.

----

Just after their car disappeared around the corner, they were on the rooftop of a four-story building on the street.

Jackal put down the telescope, turned to Cohen who just walked up and said, "Are you really planning to take advantage of them?"

Cohen shrugged disapprovingly: "Drug lords~ They are all super rich, why not?"

"But...how are you going to bring this money back to New York?"

Cohen turned his head, glanced at Rambo, and said thoughtfully: "I will contact my family and find a good solution!"

Rambo slowly put away the sniper rifle placed on the edge of the rooftop, curled his lips and said, "Why are we in the business of blackmailing and blackmailing drug lords now?"

Cohen stepped forward to help Rambo and said with a smile: "You don't want your share? I can help you~"

"FXXX!"

"you dare!"

"Hahaha~ Contact our guys to close the team. We still have the final task to complete tonight."

----

California.

Los Angeles.

David finished washing up in his bedroom, put on some comfortable clothes, walked out of the room, and went down to the first floor.

first floor.

The butler was standing straight at the door of the restaurant, bowing slightly to David: "Good morning, Mr. Coleman~"

"Uh... don't be so polite, call me David!"

"Okay David, would you like to have breakfast now?"

David glanced inside the restaurant. Bloomer was holding a newspaper and milk in his hand, and shouted to David: "Hey~ man! Come on~"

"You got up so early?"

David walked to sit opposite Bloomer, nodded to the servant who brought him breakfast, and smiled.

"Yeah~ My dad called me this morning and woke me up!"

"Oh? What's wrong with him?"

Bloomer put down the newspaper in his hand, winked, and said with a smile: "My dad asked us to go home for dinner tonight."

"So... the party we planned tonight can only be moved to tomorrow night~"

"Ah~ I should!"

David was eating the omelette, picked up the juice and took a sip: "Where are Giles and Leslie? Aren't they up yet?"

"Giles isn't in bed yet!"

"Leslie is gone!"

"Gone? Where did you go?"

"He said he was going to borrow a boat from relatives... Who knows where this kid has gone."

"Hmm~ Then where can the three of us go to play during the day?"

Blumer tilted his head and gestured out the window: "See for yourself!"

David blinked in confusion and looked out the window. Outside the window was a gray mist, with visibility less than 50 meters. .

"FXXX! Is this smog?"

"Hahaha, that's right, we won, man!"

David stood up, walked to the window, looked at the haze outside, and asked strangely: "This..."

"Didn't you say that there has been very little smog in Los Angeles in recent years?"

Blumer had a piece of sausage in his mouth, tugging at the corner of his mouth and saying nothing.

The butler next to him smiled and continued: "According to statistics issued by the Los Angeles government last year."

“In 1977, the number of smog days in Los Angeles dropped to 99 days a year, which was 137 days less than the 38 days five years ago!”

"Um...99 days? Three months?"

"Yes sir~"

David turned back, stared at the haze outside, and shrugged helplessly: "Well, it seems that the Los Angeles government has done its best, right?"

Bloomer munched on the sausage and laughed: "We can only choose some indoor activities today!"

"OK! If we finish eating later and Giles hasn't come down yet, we'll go and wake him up~"

"Hmm... Hehe~ What a great idea!"

"Hahaha~ Eat quickly, eat quickly!"

----

Los Angeles.

Leslie was sitting in the back seat of the car, playing with the keys to the yacht she had just borrowed.

Rockefeller family.

After more than 100 years of development, it has become a large and prosperous family with a large population.

Counting from Grandpa Leslie's generation, there are five brothers: John Rockefeller III, Nelson, Lewis, Winthrop, David, and a girl, a total of six children.

Each of these five brothers gave birth to at least five children, adding a large number of outstanding descendants to the family. .

There are nearly 30 brothers and sisters in Leslie's father's generation. .

Wait until Leslie's generation.

His brothers and sisters number more than 100 people. .

Among these people, some are very close to Leslie, and some are far away from him~

Riley is undoubtedly lucky!

His grandfather Nelson, as an evergreen tree in American politics, had a great say in the family.

In addition, within the family, most people do not like to do business or engage in politics.

This makes the internal harmony of the Rockefeller family seem a bit different compared to the fierce competition among descendants of other big families for property, rights, interests, and regardless of family ties. .

Leslie just went to the residence of a cousin who lives here, borrowed a yacht, and planned to go out to sea tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. .

But if the weather in Los Angeles tomorrow is like today, would you go out to sea?

Leslie sat in the back seat, looking at the Los Angeles International Airport blurred in the haze in the distance, cursing in his mind: What the hell is the weather. .

Los Angeles International Airport.

Under the guidance of the service staff, Leslie came to a quiet place with few people, sat down, and waited for the arrival of her cousin Bob. .

Two days ago, after David and Panaris visited Louis Rockefeller.

Louis contacted Leslie and asked him to introduce his cousin Bob into a small circle of people and get to know everyone.

In Lewis's words: "You are both young people. Bob, you know, is a good kid. I think you will get along very well."

Emm. .

Leslie didn't know much about this distant brother Bob, except that he was a super naughty kid who caused great headaches to his family during his childhood.

After I grew up and entered high school, I didn’t know where my brain got back on track, and I started studying hard, and finally got admitted to the University of Chicago~

After Bob was admitted to college, John Rockefeller III named Bob to his family members at an all-staff gathering and praised him for his ability to wake up, change his ways, and finally get admitted to his ideal university after hard work. .

This made Bob really lose face to his parents in front of his family.

It also made Leslie feel quite satisfied. .

When he was admitted to college, no one praised him so seriously~

It seems that he has been studying and taking exams peacefully. .As it should be?

. . .

Well, it is indeed as it should be~

The knowledge Leslie learned was not transferred into other people's heads.

What could he complain about?

in the airport.

A radio sound sounded.

Leslie raised her head and listened carefully to the sound of the radio, making sure that Bob's flight had arrived~

After more than 20 minutes.

Leslie and Bob, who was carrying a small bag and looking excited, walked out of the airport and got into a car.

"Hey~ Leslie, thank you for coming to pick me up~"

"Oh. It's okay~"

"Um...where are we going now?"

"Go to my friend Bloomer's house. We will stay at his place for the next few days."

"Blumer?... Is he the one from the Wharton family?"

"That's right~" Leslie tilted her head and glanced at Bob.

"You know him?"

"...We've seen each other before, but we don't really know each other."

"But I know Giles. The two of them are Harvard classmates, right?"

"Um.."

Bob's eyes rolled, and the little freckles on his face seemed to be shining. .

"Ahem~ Well... Lyles, since you know Giles and Bloomer, do you know the other members of the Morgan family?"

"Oh?"

"Who else do you want to meet?"

Bob put down the small bag he had been holding in his arms and said excitedly: "I want to go to New York. I want to work on Wall Street!"

"The Morgan family has a strong voice on Wall Street. I think they can help me find a suitable job~"

Leslie turned back in surprise and looked at his brother seriously: "Are you serious?"

"Yeah ~ I'll be there soon... No, I can already graduate from school!"

"So, I am thinking about going to New York recently, finding a job on Wall Street, and realizing my dream!"

Leslie nodded with understanding and continued to ask: "Who did you tell this idea to? Louis? Or Mary?"

"My grandma Mary~she is very supportive of my idea~"

"No wonder~" Leslie murmured.

He smiled randomly and said: "Even after graduating from college, what kind of job do you want to do on Wall Street? Stock broker?"

"Maybe you don't know yet? Because of the economic downturn this year, the major investment banks on Wall Street are all laying off employees~"

The excitement on Bob's face began to fade, and he asked cautiously: "Layoff? Then... can you help me find a job?"

Leslie didn't understand what was going on in Bob's mind. .

"You can choose to talk to your family about work matters~ Why do you have to ask me for help?"

Bob looked confused and remained silent for a moment before saying, "I never thought about relying on my family."

"I want to work hard and start from scratch to realize my dream!"

dream. .

Starting from scratch?

Leslie shook her head in amusement.

"Let's not talk about dreams or anything like that for now."

"Let's just say that the money in your personal account has nothing to do with making money from scratch, right?"

Bob was speechless. .

He turned to look out the car window, thought for a while and said: "After I came to Los Angeles, I only left some living expenses in my account for myself."

"I will give the rest to my mother for safekeeping."

When Leslie heard this, she nodded slightly touched and said, "Are you serious?"

"Correct!"

"..I can help you!"

"When you get to New York, you can live with me~ This way you can save a lot of money."

"Wow~Thank you Leslie~hahaha~"

"Hey, you guy, let go!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Brother Leslie, I'm so excited ~ Sorry!"

Leslie rolled his eyes: "You're calling me brother? Did I make the wrong decision?"

"No, no, absolutely not! Haha~"

"Where's the job? Can you help me find one?"

"..you"

Leslie was speechless at Bob's huge change and thick skin. .

"You have to find a job yourself!"

"Didn't you just say you wanted to start from scratch?"

A hint of cunning flashed across Bob's face with freckles: "Although you arranged a place for me to live, I don't have any income until I find a job, so I can only eat and live on yours. .”

Bob said, putting his arm around Leslie's right arm again. .

"FXXX! Let go~"

"Haha~ You have to agree~ or I won't let you go!"

"I fuck..."

"Hahaha, did you agree?"

"What a promise, you can go find it yourself!"

"Hey, it seems you haven't..."

. . .